Sandra O'Connell
World Map
Ramblings

Who am I? Where am I from?

By On December 11, 2014

I am not one person. I am not from one place. My body and brain contain a combination of characters – a lead and many supporting. My personality shifts and morphs depending… Read More

Brooklyn Car Doors
Ramblings

Brooklyn bites

By On November 18, 2014

I have been bitten by Brooklyn. A love bruise has surfaced. Violet, mauve, lilac, crimson. Teeth marks, lip marks, life marks. I am swollen with stimulation. Ablaze with inspiration. Pulsing with drive.… Read More

In flight
Ramblings

The stillness of flight

By On September 20, 2014

I’m coming down. From dehydration. Intoxication. Fatigation. That’s not a word. But it works. I feel like I’ve been away for a month. Not two weeks. Vancouver to Toronto to New York… Read More

Touch - Helmut Newton
Ramblings

Touch me

By On September 2, 2014

I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet. I’m writing this while my insoles are being massaged with knowledgeable knuckles. My calves are… Read More

Typewriter
Ramblings

That jerk called doubt

By On July 15, 2014

Every day. Every day I want to throw in the towel. Give up. End it. Put my pen down. You’re not a writer. You have nothing to say. No one cares. Don’t… Read More

The Nephew
Ramblings

Dear Nephew

By On June 19, 2014

June 19, 2014 Dear Ian, I don’t know what the world will be like in 20 years. Or 10. Or 5. Or even tomorrow. It might not be here. It could be… Read More